Once inside the room, you have control. Over everything. You can do things. You can make things right. The stuff that dreams are made of, behind the door. Jordan is standing right outside the door.
The room empowers you. Jordan knows that.
The key to the door rests with the League of the Extraordinary Gentlemen. They make things happen. Some call it a secret society. Some say its a cult. No one really knows much. Jordan is not in the League.
Jordan passes by that door every day, sometimes catching one or more from the League move in or out. At least hoping to catch them, have a few moments, look into their eyes, read their lips, understand what it takes, understand what lies inside. But Jordan doesn’t have the key. Forced to be content staying put right outside, Jordan has a white picket fence to look forward to. Jordan dreams, and tries, everyday, to get the key, go inside for once, join the League, make a dent. With the key, Jordan could, and would, make sure nothing remains the same. Jordan will never get the key. Jordan is outside. Jordan can’t change things. Not much anyway.
Robin was outside. It took many years. Meetings. Attempts. Appeasements. Favours. Conciliation, Bribing, Division and Destruction. Robin did it. Jordan looks up to Robin. Sometimes, Jordan envies Robin. Robin was just better. Or just luckier. Or a bit of both. Either way, it took a lot of work. Robin is in the midst of things now. Robin’s in!
The room is empty. Well, there’s a table, where tea is served. The League meets here, at the table. Drinks tea and leaves. Robin also drinks tea with them now. Robin is in the League. The League does not change things. In fact, the League opposes change. But only when inside the room. Robin can see that now. Robin can’t change things. Not any, in fact.
The room is nothing. Robin can’t let anyone know; the League doesn’t speak to anyone. The key is meaningless. There is no hope. Nothing will change. Robin knows that. Jordan doesn’t.
Would you rather be Jordan, or Robin?
Think about it.